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Having spent the past
four days visiting my best friend from high school, I woke up this morning in a
curious funk. I should have felt refreshed and happy, on a post-vacation high.
Instead, I was melancholy and moody.

It shouldn’t have come
as a surprise. Hanging out with someone who giggled with you when you were a
pimply faced teen with braces and a poodle perm surely lights up something
inside you akin to a heroin rush (I assume given that I have never partaken in
heroin). Of course, the rush is followed by a crash and major ...

Old fears are hard habits to break. This morning I
had to interview a researcher by phone for an article I’m writing. I’ve
actually interviewed her before in person and she’s lovely, smart and down to
earth—not intimidating at all.

So why did I wake up feeling like I’d eaten rocks?
The only logical answer is that my anxiousness is a throwback to my days as a
shy child and teenager—the days when asking anyone anything felt like torture. How
I got through journalism school, I’ll never know.

Have you ever taken one of those personality tests? Pretty
certain I’ve taken nearly all of them during my career. One told me I was a sea
otter, another a shepherd, another a maximizer and yet another said I was an
introverted perfectionist.

I’ve been thinking a lot about personality lately as I try
to figure out what it is I want to do with the rest of my life, professionally
speaking.

My conclusion is that these personality tests are bullshit.
If an employer really wanted a truthful evaluation, they would require the
questions be filled out by ...

Yesterday, I
tried a new yoga class at a new studio. The instructor was lovely as was the
studio space. However, it seemed that I’d stumbled into some kind of restorative
class for the old and injured—lots of use of blocks and easy movements.

Generally
speaking, I like my yoga challenging and sweat-producing. I’m not there to get “zen”
so much as I am to get a good ass kicking. It’s a very unyoga-like mentality,
but I’ve made my peace with it.

So my mind immediately
began rebelling and criticizing this simple class. Yet, at ...

This month marks the one-year
anniversary of my blog. This milestone prompted me to revisit my very first blog post. It
isn’t the first entry on this website. It
is instead a piece I wrote 21 months before StillADancingQueen.com even
existed. Yet, it was without a doubt the beginning.

It is called “Faking
it,” and I wrote it at the end of the first staycation I had ever taken. Fresh
off a week at home with my husband and daughter, I sobbed in anguish the night before
I returned to a job that was sucking the life out ...

About me

I’m a 40-year-old woman with a darling young daughter, a long-term marriage and an established career. To onlookers, I have it all together. But in rare moments when I'm solo in the car and a throwback song comes on the radio, I sometimes have an overwhelming urge to drink myself silly, dance my ass off and make-out with strangers.
Read more...I’m not that young or foolish any more, but I also don’t feel old (despite increasing wrinkles). I am caught somewhere between young and old and I’m not the only one. This blog is for those of us who are still dancing queens yet, rather than yearning for the good old days, are wise enough to recognize that this crazy, in-between, complex time in our lives is life’s sweet spot.
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